You argue about how other people live and die. You bark at the names of people who became great through some noble quality. You act like tiny dogs yapping at strangers. You want no one to appear good, because virtue in others makes all your crimes look worse. You compare other people's achievements with your own dirty deeds. You don't realize how badly this comparison makes you look. If people who pursue virtue are still greedy, lustful, and power-hungry, what does that make you — someone who hates the very idea of virtue?
You argue about the life and death of another, and yelp at the name of men whom some peculiarly noble quality has rendered great, just as tiny curs do at the approach of strangers: for it is to your interest that no one should appear to be good, as if virtue in another were a reproach to all your crimes. You enviously compare the glories of others with your own dirty actions, and do not understand how greatly to your disadvantage it is to venture to do so: for if they who follow after virtue be greedy, lustful, and fond of power, what must you be, who hate the very name of virtue?